*, ** they were potatoes once. what you re eating now is a bioengineered amylose product based on highly purified potato starch, with textured soy protein binder. the only thing you can taste now is the carbon-filtered, genetically perfect canola they were techno-fried in. enjoy. suckers.
Okay, so actual cheap factory food isn't quite so Levittown-by-way-of-West-Berlin, but taste is really not that much of a factor when you can just cover it up with rock salt and cheap jalapeño powder.
i always liked how star trek technobabble manages to make close to no sense whilst still sounding consistent enough for you to kinda figure out how things work
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
the second guy is Nigel Cabourn btw, he's famour for his attention to detail and his MASSIVE personal collection of vintage field and military garments he draws inspiration from
That movie's been out for a while, I just wondered why that scene has suddenly become A Thing
people on /tv/ were arguing about the interpretation of some dialog, specifically what Bane's "for you" is in reference to, and then that kinda snowballed and has kept going for some time now
Smee, Maiman, Doktar, Pavelier, Button-Lee, Juan Ovyu
I'm kinda looking forward to the day were they run out of things to talk about from the plane scene and then realize there's a 2 and a half hour movie after it
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THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAALLLL
specifically something from Voyager or maybe TNG
especially sci-fi since it's a designer drug unlike most
YNTKT.
everybody
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
That's all I know about it.
oh well, at least it has some awesome quotes
Live and learn I guess
There's tomorrow, at least
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Five minutes to stream time.
those who are fancy
and those who are less fancy
my grandfather is a thin man who still has all his hair
he's also a millionaire and used to work for 3M
i just talked to him today actually
also his obscene prices
the joke being the disproportionate number of forced jokes/references relating to it
so it's a kinda meta-humor